Taking a break from domestic macro lagers, it’s time to try one from Europe. Might as well go with the biggest.
Heineken’s a bit of a whipping boy around here. I have never, ever, had a Heineken–or even encountered one being drunk by someone else–that wasn’t lightstruck. It’s so consistent, in fact, that it seems like the Heineken people are doing it on purpose. Do they hate Americans? Or is it just a big joke? “Look what we convinced those silly people to drink!”
True to form, it’s skunked. I suppose there’s no point in telling you that it’s straw colored and clear, with a white head and nice lacing. Besides the skunky aroma there’s a distinct taste of boiled vegetables. I can’t believe people actually think this is the way it’s supposed to be. I can’t finish it.
I suppose I need to get it in the “keg can” or, better, get overseas and have their offering in the brown bottle, which I’m told is actually pretty good. But I’m done ever trying the import in the green bottle.